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This Montreal Man Is on a Crusade to Fill Every Damn Pothole Himself

Saad Tekiout’s vigilantism says a lot about the failures of a thoroughly rutted city

This Montreal Man Is on a Crusade to Fill Every Damn Pothole Himself

Saad Tekiout’s vigilantism says a lot about the failures of a thoroughly rutted city

BY CAITLIN WALSH MILLER

Published 6:30, AUGUST 4, 2026

In May, a nine-year-old Montrealer named Mikey Arice was riding his scooter to a park when his front wheel caught in a pothole. The scooter went flying—and so did Arice. He tore up his pants and banged up his scooter, but he wasn’t hurt. “I nearly knocked my teeth out,” he says in a video he posted to TikTok and Instagram after the close call. “Luckily, I was wearing my helmet.”

More than a quarter of Montreal’s roads are in poor condition due to potholes

The city’s auditor general found Montreal has no real system in place for long-term road management

City employees filled 116,000 potholes between April and June with citizen vigilante Saad Tekiout filling an estimated additional 1,000

Then he addressed the city’s recently elected mayor, Soraya Martinez Ferrada, directly. “Mrs. Soraya, I invite you to fix all the potholes in Montreal—especially those near parks and schools. Accidents happen very fast.”

The mayor replied the same day: “I agree with you,” she wrote in the comment on his post. “We have to tackle the potholes on our streets.” She then invited him to message her directly about the pothole in question; Arice said he’d get back to her after his homework was done.

Decades of deferred maintenance, broken patching machines, a procurement system that has systematically squeezed out small operators, and a city that spent the winter with no pothole contract at all have left Montreal streets in a state of self-inflicted crisis. In January alone, the city fielded nearly 4,000 pothole complaints, a record high, and nearly five times the 796 logged over the same period last year. More than a quarter of Montreal’s roads are in poor or very poor condition, according to a 2025 report by the auditor general, and it would take $3.3 billion to fix them.

But the cost isn’t only measured in dollars. Montreal’s potholes have flattened tires, damaged cars, and sent pedestrians, cyclists, and drivers to the hospital—and worse. Last summer, a fifty-year-old cyclist spent a week in a coma after being thrown from her bike when its wheel caught in a deep pothole; a month later, a second cyclist hit the same unfilled crater and badly bruised her face. In 2019, a driver died after hitting a seven-metre-long trench on a highway northeast of Montreal.

Montrealers have always grumbled about their roads. The potholes were a fact of life, met with a shrug—c’est la vie, applied to asphalt. But with complaints at record highs, damage claims mounting, frustration boiling over the city’s perceived lack of action, something has shifted. Montrealers aren’t shrugging any more.

When Arice posted his video, he didn’t just mention the mayor. He also tagged Saad Tekiout, better known as Marquize, a landscaper by day and vigilante pothole filler in his off hours. Instead of waiting on city officials or contractors, Tekiout has been roaming Montreal with bags of asphalt and a compactor, filling potholes at his own expense, and posting the results online. Within forty-eight hours, Arice’s pothole was gone.

Vigilantes, by their nature and function, can be hard to pin down. It took a month of messaging, four communication platforms, a missed rendezvous at a university, and one last-minute change of venue before I finally met Saad Tekiout in a parking lot in the southwest of the city.

Tekiout’s elusiveness has less to do with his not-quite-legal pothole-filling operation than with the fact that the twenty-five-year-old just never stops moving. He works eight hours a day at his landscaping business—which he’s owned for four years—and fills potholes for hours before and after work; when we finally met, he had just finished giving a guest lecture on serial entrepreneurship at HEC Montréal, the graduate business school of the Université de Montréal. He also receives so many messages, most of which are requests to fill potholes.

Tekiout was born in Morocco and immigrated to Montreal with his family when he was fourteen. He can’t remember a time when he wasn’t struck by the dire condition of the city’s roads. “I feel like it’s a part of our culture,” he jokes.

This winter, one finally got him, giving his car a flat. By then, he’d heard enough stories from friends whose vehicles had been damaged by Montreal’s cratered streets. When the snow melted in April, he got to work. By the end of his first month, he had filled about fifteen potholes.

His method is straightforward: clean out the offending hole, rip open a thirty-kilogram bag of asphalt, dump it in, and level everything with a rake. He then blasts it with a blowtorch and compacts it with a vibrating plate. Depending on the size of the pothole, the repair costs between $50 and $100 in materials. “No more pothole,” he says in the first repair video he posted to TikTok. “And it took us less than ten minutes.”

Tekiout makes pothole repair look simple—and it is, sort of: fill the hole and the hole is filled. The roads potholes enfeeble, however, are not. Alan Carter is a professor and the dean of research at Montreal’s École de technologie supérieure. He’s spent more than two decades in a pavement-materials lab studying what’s under our feet and tires, and he is quick to dispel the idea that road building is straightforward, let alone a solved problem. “People believe we must be pretty bad at it,” he says. “The Romans built roads that lasted 2,000 years. Why can’t we?”

But asphalt is deceptively complex. It is viscoelastic, meaning it behaves........

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